The End of the Otherworld, Just the Beginning of the Divine Venerable Dharma Aspect

Boom! Boom! Boom!

If the first sound was thunder, then the following content was simply a Calamity that could destroy the world!

Empress Nuwa completely lost her composure.

She abruptly stood up from her cloud bed, her chest heaving violently, her breathing becoming rapid.

The Yao Race can occupy thirty percent of the Godhood positions?!

Re-establishing the Yao Race's Heavenly Court is not impossible?!

This... how is this possible?!

This was something she hadn't even dared to dream of!

What is the Investiture of the Gods? It's a Heavenly Dao supreme treasure that holds the authority of Godhood! Those whose names are on the list can achieve Godhood, their True Spirits entrusted to it, becoming immortal and indestructible, while also enjoying the incense offerings and boundless fortune brought by their heavenly positions!

In the current Primordial Era, the Immortal Path flourishes while Godhood is in decline. But Nuwa, as a Saint, saw further than anyone. She knew that the path of immortality became increasingly difficult the further one progressed, emphasizing "struggle"—struggling against Heaven, against Earth, against others. A slight misstep could lead to eternal damnation.

As for Godhood, although constrained by the Heavenly Dao and the Investiture of the Gods, it also represented stability and order. Once the investiture was complete and the Heavenly Court established, Godhood would inevitably flourish!

If the Yao Race could occupy thirty percent of these positions, what would that mean?

It would mean the Yao Race would have hundreds of immortal and indestructible deities!

It would mean the Yao Race would, in another way, stand proudly on the stage of the Primordial Era once more!

It would mean they could borrow the fortune of Godhood and escape their current tragic fate of being used as mounts and materials!

Even, if handled properly, they could truly, as the information suggested, use this immense power of Godhood to rebuild a "Godhood Yao Court" that, while different from the ancient Yao Court, would be equally glorious!

The temptation was too great!

So great that she, a Saint who had been detached and serene for eons, unable to refuse!

"Who... exactly is he?"

A tempest raged in Empress Nuwa's heart.

To be able to wield the Investiture of the Gods and make such a promise that even Dao Ancestor Hongjun had never offered.

The identity and ambitions of this mysterious master of the Investiture of the Gods were beyond her imagination.

Was he a contingency plan from Teacher Hongjun? Or did the Investiture of the Gods itself develop an independent will? Or was it a scheme by some Chaos Demon God?

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, only to be dismissed one by one.

However, these were no longer important.

What was important was that this was an opportunity!

A once-in-a-millennium, perhaps even the Yao Race's only, chance to turn things around!

If they missed this, the Yao Race might truly never have a chance to rise again!

"Stop Taishang..."

Empress Nuwa's gaze pierced through the obstruction of the thirty-three heavens, looking towards the distant direction of Xi Qi.

Her eyes, after the initial shock, ecstasy, and doubt, gradually became incomparably firm.

Fortune favors the bold!

For the future of the entire Yao Race, for her kin still struggling on the vast lands of the Primordial Era, she, a Saint, would gamble today!

So what if she offended Taishang?

So what if she became an enemy of the entire Mystic Gate?

As long as the Yao Race could regain its glory, it would all be worth it!

She slowly stood up, and a supreme majesty, dormant for eons, belonging to a Saint of the Yao Race, emanated from her.

That innate supreme treasure, which she had sealed away and rarely used since the war between the Wu and Yao races—the Mountain River Society Map—slowly flew out from her sleeve, emitting a faint light of creation.

"Jin Ning." Her clear, cold voice echoed in Wa Huang Palace.

"My Lady, your servant is here." The maid Jin Ning quickly stepped forward.

"Prepare the carriage."

Empress Nuwa's tone was calm, but the determination contained within was enough to change the heavens and earth.

"This Palace will go to the Eastern Land to meet some old friends."

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Outside Xi Qi City, Sha Qi soared into the sky, and yellow mist permeated the air.

That terrifying Nine Bends Yellow River Formation, like a dormant ancient beast, coiled upon the land, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

Dozens of miles away from the great formation, within a spatial fold, a golden light quietly appeared, transforming into a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe with a shifty look.

It was the Taoist Zhunti, who had rushed all the way from the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

As soon as he appeared, he was stunned by the scene before him.

"What a sight!"

Zhunti's eyes widened as he looked at the great formation in the distance, and above it, the massive scroll that blotted out the sun, with black and white energies slowly circulating. He couldn't help but gasp.

"Is this Taishang's Taiji Diagram? It truly lives up to its reputation!"

He could clearly feel two supreme Great Dao laws fiercely colliding within the thin scroll. Although no movement could be seen from the outside, the danger of such a clash at the law level was no less than world-ending destruction.

"That lunatic Yuanshi must have really lost his mind to be so disrespectful to Taishang." Zhunti smacked his lips, his heart filled with glee.

Fight! The fiercer the better! If you both end up injured, I can reap the benefits!

His gaze swept past the Taiji Diagram, landing on the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation below.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this formation is quite vicious."

With his Saintly eyes, he could naturally see the true nature of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation. This formation drew upon the waters of the Nine Bends Yellow River, contained innate Sha Qi, and used the Primordial Golden Dou as its core. It could sever a person's Three Flowers on the Crown and destroy their Five Qi in the Chest; it was truly malicious.

Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal would be brought to their knees.

However, in the eyes of a Saint, it was merely so-so. As long as no Saint presided over it, he had a hundred ways to break this formation.

But now, he wasn't in the mood to break the formation.

His divine sense, like invisible tentacles, cautiously probed into the great formation.

Soon, he "saw" the scene within the formation.

On the high platform, Yun Xiao, Qiong Xiao, and Bi Xiao, the three sisters, looked up at the sky with tense expressions, clearly bewildered by this sudden clash between Saints.

And in the mudflats below the formation, lay scattered about twelve figures with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and weak auras, appearing no different from mortals.

These were the Heavenly Origin Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals.

Beside them, the Sky-Turning Seal, the Yin Yang Mirror, the Immortal Slaying Sword... Innate Spiritual Treasures that once shook the Primordial Era were now scattered in the mud and water like scrap metal, their brilliance completely extinguished.

"Treasures! All treasures!"

Daoist Zhunti was practically drooling, his eyes full of stars.

That was the Primordial Golden Dou! A top-tier Innate Spiritual Treasure! And the Sky-Turning Seal, a Houtian Merit Supreme Treasure with infinite power! Not to mention the entire hoard of the Twelve Golden Immortals!

If all of these were "guided" back to the West, the foundation of their Western Teachings would increase by at least thirty percent!

And those twelve Heavenly Origin Sect Golden Immortals, though now crippled, still had their foundations intact, and their Primordial Spirits were not extinguished. As long as they were brought back to the West, bathed in the waters of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and taught the supreme profound methods of the Western Teachings, they could be cultivated into twelve loyal guardians of Buddhism in minutes!

At that time, Venerable Yuanshi would truly have nowhere to hide his embarrassment.

The thought of Venerable Yuanshi's ashen old face made Zhunti want to laugh.

"No, I need to find a way in quickly!"

Zhunti felt like a cat scratching at his insides, impatient.

But how could he get in?

Break in directly?

No, no.

Although he was confident he could break the formation, the commotion would be too great. What if it alerted the two within the Taiji Diagram, especially that sly old fox Taishang? If he also got involved, things would get troublesome.

Sneak in?

That could work!

Zhunti's eyes darted around, and an idea struck him.

He felt that now was the best opportunity.

The Sanxiao sisters' attention was completely focused on the clash of Saints in the sky.

The main power of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation was being used to suppress the twelve crippled individuals and to resist the residual waves from the Saints' battle.

Under these circumstances, the formation's defenses would surely have weaknesses.

With his Saintly abilities, coupled with his infamous "shameless" Spiritual Power, sneaking in silently should not be difficult.